#perfect snuggles

[echofades]

STATION 19 | 7.04: Trouble Man

#station 19 #maya x carina #carina x maya #marina #station19edit #marinaedit #wlwsource #wlwgif #maya bishop #carina deluca #a perfect scene #perfect snuggles #ty stefania for the excellent self direction

[taytei]

A ghost kings favorite resting place

[Imagine description below]

[Image ID: a collage of colored drawings of Hua Cheng resting in various positions in Xie Lian’s lap. All warmly lit, as if they’re sitting in sunset glow, except one. Buckle up, this is long.

The upper left an overhead shot of HC in his San Lang form, laid on his back with his head resting in XL’s lap, his arms extended back to rest lightly around XL’s waist. His eyes are closed, with a small and peaceful smile. XL’s face is obscured as he looks down at San Lang, one hand cradling his cheek and the other playing with his crooked ponytail.

Next, Hua Cheng in his ghost king form, sitting upright and cradled with Xie Lian’s arms wrapped around his waist. HC is leaning back into the hold, head tilted up and against XL’s head, eyes closed and his lips curled in a delighted smile. Xie Lian has his chin resting on HC’s shoulder, expression soft and equally delighted. Both have a light blush on their cheeks.

Next, Xie Lian is kneeling, his expression is soft and gentle as he leans over HC (ghost king form) resting on his lap. One hand is resting on HC’s head, hair tangled in his fingers as he brushes it away from his face. The other is cradling HC’s head, pillowing his cheek against his leg. Hua Cheng’s body is mostly obscured behind XL’s legs, with only really his head and is right arm visible. Said arm is curled around in front of XL’s legs, hand lightly gripping XL’s robe. He’s leaning his head into XL’s palm, eyes closed with a light smile, like he’s about to fall into a nap.

Next, Xie Lian is positioned like he’s sitting on a chair, feet planted on the ground. Hua cheng appears to be sitting on the ground next to XL’s legs, upper body sprawled across his legs. Xie Lian is leaning slightly forward, one hand resting on HC’s back, head tilted down enough to see his eyes are fond. Hua Cheng has one arm wrapped behind XL’s back and around waist, while his right arm is laid over the top of his legs. His expression is like a cat absolutely basking in comfort. On Xie Lian’s head, shoulder and hand (the one resting on HC’s back), rests Wraith Butterflies.

The next is a two part companion sketch. One is a smaller drawing. Hua Cheng is in his San Lang form, sitting in Xie Lian’s lap face-to-face. His hands are resting on XL’s shoulders, his legs on either side of XL’s waist. He has a lightly teasing smirk with a gentle blush on his face. Xie Lian is sitting cross legged, with his hands on either side of San Lang’s waist. He looks like he’s happily talking.

The follow up is a bigger drawing. Both in similar positions but more from behind Xie Lian, so his face is now obscured. Hua Cheng has poofed into his ghost king form, pink clouds circling around him to imply the transformation. His arms have now wrapped around Xie Lian’s neck, wrists lightly crossed over each other, with XL’s hair ribbon wrapped around some of his fingers. He’s leaning more forward into Xie Lian’s space, his expression just. Smitten. Singular eye half lidded. Xie Lian’s expression isn’t visible, but vibrant blush lines imply a flustered state. He’s still cradling Hua Cheng in his arms.

Upper right corner are uncolored, monochrome doodles. One of E-Ming resting in a coiled nest of Ruoye, his eye crescented in a pleased smile. Next to it is a chibi style, forward facing doodle of Xie Lian happily squishing Hua Cheng’s cheeks. Hua Cheng is, again, laying on his back, face up, with his hands resting on his chest. His smile is squished, and his one visible eye pleased.

The final colored one is more darkly lit. Xie Lian is seen from the back, sitting cross legged on a cushion at a low-risen table, one hand holding a ink brush up aloft. He’s position as if he’s looking down at what he’s working on. He is wearing a red robe. Hua Cheng (ghost form) has his lower body sprawled across XL’s legs, curling onto his side to wrap is arms around XL’s waist. Hua Cheng’s expression is hidden, as he has his head laid on a cushion in the floor, his hair sprawled messily over the cushion. His fingers are lightly folded over each other on Xie Lian’s side. He is wearing a white robe. The mood is like it’s a late night in their room, only lit by a single candle hidden behind Xie Lian’s form, implied only by a soft yellow light outlining XL. /.End ID

Sorry this is so long, it’s my first time writing an image description gjsjgks

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #fanart #shart from the heart #that is HIS nappy spot do not disturb #the rock hard muscular thighs of his hubby is the perfect pillow #i was hit with a visceral and violent craving to have huahua snuggled into Xie lian’s lap #and decided that if I wanted it done id have to do it myself

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weeee more fantasy au doodles

#ft. the chanel boots <3 #or. wait. what's a pun on chanel incorporating either 'demon' or 'patron' #cha... chahell... patronel... no that just sounds like citronella #whatever doesnt matter its 6 am i havent slept and i have a low grade migraine I Cant Pun Right Now #on another note i gave poppy a lil neck corset bc. uh. runs away #and her little sling for carrying wally in puppet form! keeping him safe and secure! #and of course barnaby & wally snuggles <3 #yall would not BELIEVE how many doodles i have of them cozy together. its absurd #its just! the size difference i have stuck in my brain is Perfect for wally curling around barnaby's big ol head! #and also Perfect for barnaby holding wally like a stuffed animal! #your honor i love them! #wh fantasy au #scribble salad #I LOVE WALLY'S TALL ASS BOOTS #he needed some HOOVES #and a couple of extra inches. i imaging that while wearing them he's as tall as if not taller than julie/sally #little man on stilts... #and his apple belt! his Eye Shirt! #its not often i so thoroughly enjoy my own outfit design but i think i really did go off with this one

[steviesbicrisis]

💫 Steve Harrington's House 💫

So, after this post, I couldn't let go of this house. I decided to rebuild it in The Sims and then I had so much info I felt the need to share it. Other than commenting on some crazy aspects of this mansion, I think it can give some input/ideas for possible scenarios in fanfiction! (for one, I'd like to know what Eddie thinks about half of the features of this house lmao). My process was: canon information > actual house information > gaps I filled the best I could Disclaimer: keep on describing Steve's house however you want to!! I'm sharing this in case you wanna be as close to the actual house as possible!

Listings: Zillow | Trulia | Homemetry

Credits: Sticky notes by rawpixel.com | Washi tapes by rawpixel.com | background paper by starline all on Freepik

#I stand by what I said last time #Stevie you deserved a better house to be abbandoned in #can you believe they have 3 guest bedrooms? #and LOFTS?? #5 car spaces??? #3 fireplaces??? #WHY #literally all the characters could live comfortably in here at the same time #also I can't stop thinking about Steddie making dumb excuses to sleep in the same bed since CLEARLY Steve has space #or the potential snuggles in front of the fireplace #also the unfinished basement would've been perfect for hiding Eddie wth??? #stranger things houses #steve harrington #steve harrington house #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington's house layout #the harrington's house layout

[smile-files]

i'm just a ragdolly... :)

#dandy's doodles #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc ragatha #raggedy ann #lalaloopsy #lalaloopsy crumbs sugar cookie #crumbs sugar cookie #goody gardens #gg #gg namby-pamby #i just had to draw all of the lovely ragdolls together!! <3 #i'm really pleasantly surprised with how their hair turned out. yarn is surprisingly hard to draw!!! #raggedy ann's hair is especially hard to draw (such a cute but hard-to-read style...) so i'm proud of that :) #i love dolls i love them so much!!!!!! especially soft dolls that are perfect for playing and hugging and snuggling with :D #kin #(oh yeah this is the thing i was busy drawing all day. hehe)

[valeriianz]

Here’s another half-formed dreamling fic with them stuck in a snow storm while flurries currently whistle past my windows (and cover my screens in white).

Dream, sitting on the floor of his kitchen, surrounded by candles because the power is out, and sipping a glass of red wine. He’s bundled in a blanket and desperately failing to conserve battery on his phone, by texting Hob, who’s also lost power.

Dream slouches back against his oven, of which the burners are on to give off some blessed heat (thank God his oven is gas), while he reads the latest message from Hob, lamenting how bleeding cold it is in his own apartment, a newly renovated chrome building on the edge of the city, where everything, including the heat, was electric.

Dream mourns for him, even though Hob makes light of the situation with his witty texts and flirtatious hints of how Dream could warm him up.

They’d only been on a handful of dates, not yet fallen into bed together… Dream awkwardly explaining to Hob that it took a while, if at all, for sexual attraction to form within a new relationship. Hob had, surprisingly, taken it in stride. Becoming patient and thoughtful, always communicating, and never pushing Dream’s limits. 

It was refreshing, and– to Dream’s complete surprise– he’d found himself falling hard for the other man. Who knew a simple acknowledgment to boundaries would get him so wound up? His pulse quickened with every smile Hob gave him, his stomach tying itself in knots whenever Hob would take his hand, and his brain completely shutting off when Hob would kiss him. Chaste things that had progressively turned more and more heated with every encounter. Promising something more and more each time they met.

Currently, the sounds of his windows rattling from the flurries outside fill his dark apartment, along with the flutter of the open flames on his stove, and the quiet drip, drip, drip of the kitchen tap (to prevent frozen pipes, Dream had learned that lesson the hard way last winter).

After about an hour of texting Hob, Dream nearly halfway done with the bottle of wine, he receives a text that makes his heart jump.

So, what if i told you im actually outside your building?

Dream stood up so suddenly the candles around him nearly snuffed themselves out.

He yanked on his boots and pulled on his oversized winter coat, stumbling to his front door and marching down the stairs of the apartment complex he resided in, the age of which you could smell in its walls, see in the cracks and warps in the wooden floors. He made it down to the entrance and pulled open the door, the ice cold wind smacking Dream in the face immediately.

But then he saw a smudge of brown in the whiteness approaching. Dream kicked down the snow that had piled up at the door and waded forward in knee deep snow to meet Hob halfway and help him past the threshold.

Once the door slammed shut behind them, Dream took a proper look at Hob.

“You look like the abominable snowman.”

Hob laughed. He was absolutely covered in snow, piled high on his shoulders, his boots, even on his eyelashes.

“I feel like one.” Hob said, his voice cracked and breathless.

Once they’re back inside Dream’s apartment, and Hob’s outer layers have been stripped off and hung in the shower to drip dry, Dream sets off to boil water on the stove top for tea.

They sit on Dream’s couch, sharing a blanket and sipping tea while Dream admonishes Hob for coming out in the middle of a storm. What was he thinking?? To which Hob just shrugs and curls his nearly numb fingers around the hot mug, snuggling even further into Dream’s side and sighing.

“Worth it, to see you.”

“You’re insane,” Dream says, but smiles through it. 

Hob’s skin glows with the orange and yellow flickering of the candles, his features softening and barely noticeable in the limited light. But Dream knows them by now. Knows the curve of Hob’s thick, dark eyebrows, down to the scruff of his jaw, and back up to the prominent shape of his nose. He’s always handsome, but right now, shadowed in soft light and his cheeks still pink from the cold, he’s lovely. And Dream can’t help but set his mug down, taking Hob’s as well, and kissing him.

His lips arm warm from the tea, and he tastes of lavender and honey, and it makes Dream want. Want to climb onto Hob’s lap and crawl inside him. Make a nest for himself– warm and safe and cared for under Hob’s breast bone. There he could listen to the rhythmic beat of his heart, how it thunders now, under Dream’s hand as he caresses down Hob’s sweater and gets teasing fingers under the hem, touching the soft flesh of his hips and stomach.

Hob moans into his mouth, making Dream’s skull vibrate and he nearly gives in, something dark and unknown swirling in his lower belly that drives his fingers to press harder, feel the texture of Hob’s skin, the smattering of hairs at his stomach, but he forces himself to slow down, to take it easy, to enjoy and luxuriate in what they have now. 

Hob, miraculously, follows along. His own hands cupping each side of Dream’s head and only getting his fingers in his hair, matching Dream’s pace, kissing back with no intention of more unless Dream initiated. Moving his mouth at Dream’s pace, breaking apart and nudging his nose and lips under his jaw and nuzzling behind Dream’s ear and making him shudder pleasantly.

“Dream, Dream…” Hob mumbles, seemingly content in just kissing, just holding one another. “I could do this for hours.”

Dream grips the hem of Hob’s sweater, holding tightly as to prevent himself from ripping it off Hob. Another time, very soon, he knows. Dream has every intention to give into the temptation that is Hob Gadling, but the waiting is so much more fun. The anticipation, the slow understanding of his own feelings brimming up to the surface, will be that much more satisfying when he’s certain Hob will reciprocate them.

Hob just might love him back, right now. But Dream waits. Though, he does allow himself a confession:

“I could do this forever.”

#and then they roasted marshmallows on the stove #and snuggled in bed and it was perfect #dreamling #hob x dream #ace/demisexual Dream #it's cold as balls here and oh how i wish for a Hob Gadling of my own #my writing

[vriah]

My artwork for the @endlessbigbang 2023!

Sunrise in Chocolate Ink by @aquilathefighter

Dream Endlaez is newly living on his own and trying to make it as a poet. He starts going to work at a nearby coffee shop known for supporting local artists, where he meets a handsome and charming barista named Hob. Dream learns the business is not doing well, so he decides to host a poetry reading night to attract customers (and boost his career at the same time!), all the while falling for the barista.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #aquilathefighter #the endless big bang #this fic is so cute and sweet! #it's like drinking a perfect hot chocolate on a cold day #snuggled in blankets #link should work as soon as the fic is revealed #one day I will remember my art tag

[prettyplumpkitty]

Afternoon Naps.

#me #ms. kitty #prettyplumpkitty #it was so chilly today #perfect for snuggles with daddy

[clownery-and-fuckery]

TechPhee headcannons?? These are a bit random I just wanted to throw them out

- When Phee wants Tech to pay attention to her she'll give his belt a little tug and say "c'mere" before telling him what she wanted to

- When Tech wants Phee to pay attention to him he awkwardly stand over her and stare until she looks up and he'll immediately just go ":)" and launch into whatever it was he wanted before she can question how long he was standing over her for

- Tech will reach for her hand in large crowds so she can take them wherever while he reads his datapad and she's always careful to warn him when they're turning/going down a curb

- Phee taught Tech how to "negotiate" (read: straight gaslight) and the only time he's ever had to do it was one time when Phee and Wrecker wanted to go to the bar during a mission and Tech was bribed into letting them, the conversation with Hunter went a little like:

Hunter, over comm: Where's Phee and Wrecker?

Tech, answering: In position

Hunter: ...I'm literally standing where they're meant to be and they're not here

Tech: yes they are

Hunter: I- what?? No, they arent—

Tech: yes they are, you're in the wrong place

Echo and Crosshair dying in the background:

Hunter: Im-... what????

- Hunter killed them for that

- Phee's got a real taste for spicy stuff, and forgets others aren't so tolerant- Tech's got a crazy sweet tooth, and they once had their meals switched. There was chaos.

- while phee is technically supposed to be their pirate(liberator) negotiator, she tends to fly off the handle a lot, and Tech more often than not watches her threaten to burn a lot of places down before carrying her out of a gun fight

- (on one occasion he calmly let her go and watched her pull through on those threats after they told him to "keep her down")

- Tech's kisses are quick and short. He gives her little pecks while no one's looking and most of the time theyre aimed at her cheeks/forehead- he doesn't do a lot of PDA but he gets VERY affectionate while he's tired:))

- Phee is the OPPOSITE. She will kiss him everywhere anywhere she has no qualms and she LOVES kissing his lips and neck(it's easier to reach) and she ESPECIALLY loves pulling him down for a long kiss when she KNOWS her future brother-in-laws are already bitching about them

- while being insanely competitive(idk why, he literally never loses-) he still let's Phee win sabbacc sometimes, and always sits back and let's her brag and just ":) yay good job" while she calls him a BIG LOSER (he thinks he's secretly winning because she always smiles when she wins)

- Phee knows he lets her win

- they sing and dance while they do jobs together. Fixing the Marauder? Not without background music. Cleaning up after Wrecker and Omega's attempts at baking? Gotta have some ambiance turn the holo up. Even as far as a covert mission??? Phee catches Tech humming while he sets the charges and can't help but blow their cover laughing hysterically

- phee knows and hates hondo. she'd punch him for maybe a half credit.

- tech thinks he's delightfully charming :)

- the three of them get along fine until tech leaves the room. he can never guess why they always smile at him when he looks at them??

- phee(jokingly) asked hunter permission to marry tech at dinner, and got so offended when he said no, she decided to ask tech for REAL

- (he said yes btw)

I have like a MILLION more but I'll cut her there for now- PLEASE if you have more, add them!!!! Ok byeeee <3

#TECH IS SO :) AND :( CODED YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM #theyre so perfect #i need a Phee for my tech #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tech x phee #the sleepy headcannon is a half formed fic actually #i think im calling it “long nights” #and basically making a collection of sleepy time snuggles #about all of them #ok bye bye

[blindmagdalena]

really obsessed with soulmate au’s recently and it got me thinking… what if john’s soulmate was part of the boys? a girl trying to kill him with an entire group of people also trying to kill him… and he’s fated to her? could picture him finding out and just putting his hands on his hips while turning his back to her and doing that click chuckle thing. just in utter disbelief but it is definitely on track for fate’s little play with him and his life lolol

Oohhh, you know, I've never played much with the soulmate au concept, but this struck me just right because I can so clearly see the slow, building meltdown that strikes him when that reveal drops.

The mirthless laugh, shaking his head, the hapless gesture to the ceiling before his hands drop. "Of course. Of course it's you. Why wouldn't it be? I mean—Christ, it makes sense, doesn't it? Every single person who was supposed to love me has-has fucked it, so why—" he keeps cutting into this escalating, unsettling laughter. There's nothing funny about it: you're sure that you're watching someone lose the last shred of their sanity in real time. "Why would my 'soulmate'-", he says, miming big, dramatic quotation marks. "-be any different?" That manic grin has shifted into tight baring of his teeth, a vicious sneer. He closes in on you, stands so near you can feel the heat of his breath when he hisses, "I should put you in the fucking dirt with the rest of them."

It should be terrifying, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the glassiness of his eyes. The sheer devastating heartbreak of it all, telegraphed clear as day in the way he carries himself. His eyes flare red, sizzling up the tears before they can fall. "And then you really will be all alone," you say. Maybe it's the hopelessness of the moment, maybe it's the shock of learning for yourself that he's supposed to be your one and only, but you feel numb. Frayed in a way you didn't know you could be. The crimson light of his eyes disappears in an instant, revealing surprise, followed by a wounded kind of look, before that familiar seething rage returns. "We'll see about that."

#oh man i could get carried away with this real easy #i did here lbr #i guess it's up to the author just how connected soulmates are and how that kind of reveal happens #idk i'm a baby to the genre #but it would be very fun to write a situation where HL wants to strangle them just as much as he wants to snuggle up in their lap #they're at odds in every conceivable way but there is this soul deep pull to one another #coming to terms with the fact passion is the root of BOTH hatred and love #also the idea that HL was sincerely holding out hope all this time that his One Perfect Person was out there waiting for him wounds ME #only to be struck down by the realization that oh they ALSO want him dead #aaaaaaAAAAAAA #i'm sorry i'm so rambly today lmao thank you for the ask!!! i'm gonna have brain worms all day #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #homelander x reader #homelander x you #soulmate au #my writing

[lostryu]

sorry i can’t hear you. i’m just a little guy in between my hot girlfriends massive tits. it’s like ear muffs. sorry what was that? i can’t hear you, it’s my girlfriends boobs-

#lost.txt #lesbian #they’re perfect for snuggling #butch #ily babe

[leekeyrouz]

#humpday #glutes #perfect butt #great butt #girl butts #big round butt #squats #girl muscle #muscular #snu snu #death by snu snu #cuddling & snuggling #adult work

[the-bi-space-ace]

Echo & Wrecker snuggles reblog if you agree

#the bad batch #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #wrecker is a perfect snuggle buddy and echo gets cold sometimes #you can’t tell me otherwise

[lotsadeer]

Treebark week day 4, Warmth

Something something "this is us now. this is us."

This is actually somewhat a redraw of my very first Treebark artwork

#treebarkweek2023 #treebarkweek #treebark #mcyt shenanigans #shawndeer art #werewolf au or shapeshifter au whatever floats your goat #either way ren is big ouppy #perfect for snuggling

[wraithsoutlaws]

The day passed in blood, liquor and black lace. Not so unlike the others. He expected the debauchery, the violence. The symphony of gunfire. An NCPD Enforcer set ablaze beneath the neon sky, the sound of it's burning only deafened by their laughter. But he did not expect the cake. He couldn't remember the last time he had had one. Sometime long before. Before he was this. Before the callouses and the scars. He could hardly even picture it now—delicate hands ripped away from the flame of a birthday candle. Another life, one that no longer belonged to him. He plucked a chocolate frosted cigarette and placed it between his lips. An attempt to hide his smile. "You make this all by yourself?" "Fuck no. Klepped it from some fucking kid." "Smokes too?" "Took 'em from your glove box." "Fuckin' devil." "Happy birthday, Dag." The words rang sweet as the cigarette tasted. Like none he had had before.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: dagger #dum dum #x: perfect drug #cyberpunk photomode #cockroach will eat that whole cake cartoon style before they get a slice #and he'll steal the cigarettes too #i wanted dd's party hats to resemble the horns he definitely has (in my imagination) #dagger refused to wear his so dd took it #anyways they have a crazy fun wild day in the city and then drive out to the badlands to snuggle UwU

[intriga-hounds]

sibby 💕

#sivi #6 years #snuggle #our love is perfect and eternal etc etc